Mr. Monk Goes to Hawaii
“Monk Does a Favor With the investigation of Helen Gruber’s murder behind us, there was nothing standing in the way of my enjoying everything the island had to offer. I changed into my bikini, grabbed a towel and my Kauai guidebook, and headed for the beach, leaving Monk and Kealoha with a quick good-bye as I raced out the door.
I went to the Grand Kiahuna Poipu activity hut to check out some snorkeling equipment and buy a Ziploc bag of fish food. While I was there, I made reservations for Monk and myself to attend the resort’s Sunday-night luau.
The best place for snorkeling, or so the guidebook told me, was a secluded little cove just past the resort property and right in front of the ruins of a condo complex decimated by Hurricane Iniki.
The condo complex was laid out in a staple shape, the courtyard in the center choked with weeds as tall as trees, the dry pool filled with sand, rusted chaise longues, and enormous chunks of concrete. The oceanfacing units were entirely stripped aw...ay; only the iron skeleton remained.MoreLess
I went to the Grand Kiahuna Poipu activity hut to check out some snorkeling equipment and buy a Ziploc bag of fish food. While I was there, I made reservations for Monk and myself to attend the resort’s Sunday-night luau.
The best place for snorkeling, or so the guidebook told me, was a secluded little cove just past the resort property and right in front of the ruins of a condo complex decimated by Hurricane Iniki.
The condo complex was laid out in a staple shape, the courtyard in the center choked with weeds as tall as trees, the dry pool filled with sand, rusted chaise longues, and enormous chunks of concrete. The oceanfacing units were entirely stripped aw...ay; only the iron skeleton remained.MoreLess
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